#i really hope she'll be okay. she's been forgetting things and loosing time for a few months now.

[dragqueenpentheus]

hard day to try and work and be a productive person. did some laundry.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Since you've done a mini ask with winged Mc how do you think the M6 would react to a winged Mc that doesn't take proper care of their wings?

I.E Mc should be preening them weekly but only does it when they feel as uncomfortable as they look. Having ruffled, bent, and broken feathers

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a Winged MC

~ put a spin on this so I could apply it to the vesuvia weekly prompt, hope you enjoy it anon friend! ^.^ ~

-- to set the scene --

You like having wings. You really do, but sometimes you wouldn't mind forgetting about them for a bit. Just putting them away, where they can't catch on door frames or whip into people's faces or make you wince every time the sensitive feathers snag on something. Folding them out of sight and being able walk around without the stares is so nice, it becomes your new normal.

Until one day, the pain that's been slowly twisting knots into your shoulders and back becomes too much to bear, and you pull your wings out for the first time in months. They're crushed. Ruffled. Just looking at them is the stuff of nightmares.

Thankfully, your beloved seems to think they're the stuff of daydreams.

Julian

He'd known that something was wrong with your back - the only other person he knows with that many knots in their shoulders is himself - but he'd had no idea it was because of this

Why didn't you say anything? Did you think you'd be asking him for too much work?? Don't you know that taking care of you and seeing you depend on him makes him the happiest man alive???

Rummaging through his overstocked medicine cabinet, rambling between self deprecation for not noticing more and nerding out on winged human anatomy

Doesn't think to ask if it's okay to help until he's already seated behind you, reaching for your wings and realizes your closeness

Excellent at wing care once you tell him what he needs to know, his eyes and hands are trained for spotting physical issues and delicately treating them. He touches you like he's cherishing you

Can't stop daydreaming about how romantic it would be if you ever saved him like this, swooping through the air and snatching him from a burning pirate ship where he'd been held hostage ...

Asra

They'd been the one to teach you about how to manage your wings, and they'd been hinting at maybe taking care of them sooner, but they'd also done their best not to interfere

Approaching you quietly with a pained but sympathetic look on his face, bringing you the stuff you need and telling you however bad it is, you'll fix it together

Has the softest touch, running their warm hands over your shoulders and back as they work through your feathers, easing the pain both in your wings and through your muscles

The funny thing about his daydreaming tendencies (and goodness, does he love to spend time doing that -) is that when he's relaxed, he mumbles

Which is how you begin to hear all kinds of muttered whispers about how gloriously soft they are, how much they just want to hold you in their arms while you shroud them in your wings

All wrapped up in a tiny, feathery, world of your own, with nothing in your shared space but each other - MC, why are you blushing??

Nadia

Let it be known that this Countess is the queen of self-care and values it so highly that she sets aside a weekly budget for it

Which is why seeing your state is enough to horrify her

Your wings! Your glorious wings, they're in such poor shape, you must be in so much pain, her darling deserves so much better

She's dragging you to her private bath. She'll put you in a robe that lets your wings loose and set you up for an afternoon of recovery

Her perfectionist tendencies make for a thorough preening. She'll sit with you between her knees, carding through your wings feather by feather, straightening each one

And with the top quality products from her own personal stash, you slowly begin to glimmer in the sunlight through window

It captures your Countess's attention, making her linger over each feather and cover your wings in loving touches

She wants to see you glorious - she wants to cover you in fabrics and adornments so fine you look like you've stepped from a stained glass window, her own angel on earth

Muriel

He knows you have wings and he'd falsely assumed that the reason for never seeing them was because you didn't want to risk him crushing them with his big, clumsy hands and rough touch

(Note: his hands are not clumsy and his touch is actually quite delicate, he just needs help believing that he's not a danger to you)

Thankfully, the painful state of your wings when he sees them causes enough concern to override his anxiety

He'd be lying if he said you didn't remind him of a very tired, gorgeous bird who's been roughed up by a bad storm

Starts by silently bringing you everything you need, and then standing watchfully nearby until you invite him to help you

He's cared for wings before (though never ones this big, or attached to a human) and he doesn't need much help to get started. Feeling your feathers between his fingers is grounding

He keeps seeing visions of you at peace, the sunlight between the leaves dappling your wings as you walk through the trees, his own heart in the forest bringing beauty and wholeness into the world

Portia

Her first reaction (to someone who doesn't know her well) is anger

How could you do this to yourself? You have the most beautiful wings, they're such a big part of you, and you neglected them like this?? How dare you cause yourself this much pain -

All while she bustles around you, pulling out every product you could need and plenty of other comforting items, pulling up a stool behind you and rolling up her sleeves like it's her calling

She'll figure things out as she goes if she needs to, so don't even think about trying to tell her that you'll handle it yourself

With her background in Vesuvia's version of cosmetology, she understands quickly what you need to get done and already has the skill set to do so. Her hands are fast, thorough, and gentle

The longer she works with you, the more excited she gets. How often are you supposed to care for them? How high can you fly? How sensitive are they? Can she keep one of your feathers?

Soon she's telling you snippets from her favorite novels, about flying together through the sky, an angel and their lover

Lucio

He doesn't really notice how bad your wings are at first, because he's busy being briefly jealous. How come you get to have them and not him? He could totally be trusted with wings!

It's only as he pouts a little closer and gets a better look at the pained look on your face (and the frankly terrible state of your feathers) that he shifts from annoyance to concern

You're the best thing in his life, MC, why aren't you treating yourself like it? Why would you neglect such an awesome thing?

He gets your reasons, but he's also asking right away if he can help

(Because he loves you and he doesn't like seeing you in pain, but also because he really, really wants to touch them, please let him touch them they looks so cool and soft and ... safe?)

It's the safety that gets to him. When you nod and let him sit behind you, literally watching your back, showing immense trust and vulnerability by letting him hold your wings

He wants to know what it's like to hold onto that safety, the brief respite from violence, securely hidden behind your wings ...

[ireniclacuna]

hey hey! would you be willing to do a request for me? it’s kinda obvious from my layout that i like parfait cookie so how about some general yan! hcs for her? 👀

yandere! parfait cookie x reader - headcannons

A/N: HELLO HI SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG KWBDHSONDODHI,,,, parfait cookie fan in MY inbox,,, how do you do,,,, , OKAY ANYWAYS i hope you like these!!! parfait cookie is so cute i love her,,, i hope she isnt that ooc jebskwk

tags/TW'S/CW'S: yandere, stalking, worship type behavior, picking up items that do not Belong To You, threatening others, obsession, reader's gender is not mentioned

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° parfait cookie, is a very stalkerish and worshipper type of yandere. she's almost sure to keep anything you throw her away- no matter how strange it is for an up and coming singer.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° parfait cookie has never exactly noticed you before, in her gaggles of fans at her showings. she plays for the audience, for the strumming of her pink guitar. she never really cares if it's one or the entire world listening- an audience is an audience, she thinks, and whoever listens in is her audience.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° sure, she interacts with her fans- of course she would, what sort of singer would she be if she didn't? but that doesn't stop her from forgetting each face. except yours, for some reason.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° perhaps it was because of how you ran to her side after it had begun to rain, drenching her and her instruments in the weather, rain sliding off her toppings as she huffs out breaths, straining to get all her equipment backstage (preferably inside).

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you had thrown your coat over her, as you druged on and carried some of her instruments to backstage. she remembers peeking out under the coat, eyes fluttering as she stared at you get absolutely soaked in the rain, still helping her.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she grins, for some reason, and puts the coat (from you!) on herself properly, coming back to herself to help out.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° when it's all said and done, she's smiling. grinning, really. she asks for your name, voice unnatrurally shaky. she smiles bright when you give it to her, the stage smile kicking in. "awesome," she says, flicking a strand of hair, "if you, don't mind, what's your number?"

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you smile back, and give it to her plain and simple. she thinks that this is probably the time she fell in love. and at first sight too!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she ends up calling you a lot- whether it be with her dressed up or in her normal clothes, she just likes to hear your voice. it's not her fault if you have such a pretty voice and so sweet to her that it makes her want to call you everyday- it's definitely yours! not her's at all!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she likes to cuddle up in your coat, finding it more comfortable than the blanket she sleeps with. it's warm- and it still smells like you, too. even if its been a few weeks afterwards, she remembers the scent of your toppings in the air well.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° it gets more harder, to resist any urge to see you. she isn't following after you, no way! she had just.. happened to come across you, while walking down the street! certainly not a crime if you wanted to know what your newest friend was doing, right?

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she finds herself picking up items that may have fallen from you- a loose, most likely forgotten about topping, little accessories that accidentally slip off- she'll return it one day, she thinks! she'll just keep them safe in the mean time, and they'll be back to you soon.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she asks you to help with her songs, once or twice. you always end up agreeing, and she grins at you, adjusts her glasses and settles herself in for a day only with you. it's a nice thing, she reckons.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she almost always changes any lyrics to fit what you said- she nods, like a robot, throwing a paper out if you had simply told her to change a line. if there was something already wrong with it, then best to just throw out the entire paper, she thinks.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° her songs, nowadays, are almost always love songs. you miss her earlier works- but that's not to say any of the new batch is horrible or anything. they just.. remind you of something, and it's unsettling, you think, letting the thought crawl into your brain at how fervently she is with changing her lyrics.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° sometimes, you think, that the songs are about a specific person. you never think that much about it- it's pretty normal for any sort of singer to make a song about a specific person in mind.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° except. except, the person in question sounds so much like you- sounds so much like the type of clothing you like, some accessories gone missing, the almost exact shade of your hair, and something gnaws at you to say something about it. but you don't, because, well, it's utterly ridiculous. parfait cookie is probably writing about someone else, right? she must have a lot of admirers, you think- maybe she knows a few.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° you don't ask her about the songs or on the days you swear that she's wearing your missing topping, because, really, it all must be a coincidence!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° parfait cookie, for her own self, she thinks, legs swinging up in the air as she curls into your coat, hiding in corner ways, behind buildings, as she stares at you, on your day. you're safe, and that's all that matters!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° if anyone had ever tried to ask you out (ESPECIALLY in front of parfait cookie, as she tightens her grip on her own hand or whatever she's holding in her hands), they'd surely get intimidated by the cute singer herself perhaps, in a more uncouth way of saying it, being threatening. she doesn't really mean to be that way- it's just so much easier to get people to listen if you have a guitar in your hands not being used for guitar purposes. she'd never hurt anyone (maybe one day, if someone really did send her over the limit) but it's all in the purpose for you! she's just trying to be nice back- you're so sweet, and people could use you so easily!

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she knows you'll wonder whatever happened to that person you were chatting with, if they were to suddenly disappear, and it isn't exactly great to have some raspberry blood on her new career. so no killing, she promises to herself- although she's sure that one day she might get pushed over her limit.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she'll never let anyone take advantage of your kindness- even if she's busy or anything, she'll always be your shining protector, keeping away all the creeps with a sharp swing of a guitar.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° she'll never try to kidnap you or be anything that's forceful with you- she absolutely can't stand the thought of hurting you, at all! but she's just fine if you only ever see her a friend. as long as you're with her now, she's alright.

it's only you she's ever wanted, now.

[peterrparrkerr]

Hanahaki disease - read on ao3

Tagging: @lokitonypeter @just-things-things @thegreenmetblue @someonepostedart @andacheesyoneliner @bluestarker @lilcoffeecup @useless-fanfictions-for-mcu

*-*

Peter's known for a long time that he was in love with Tony. Since he was seven, and Ironman saved his life. Since he came home to Tony Stark on his couch, talking with his aunt.

Since the trip to Germany, and everything else leading up to now. The more time he spent with the older man, the more in love with him he became.

Peter never really thought he'd be the one to get sick. He thought he'd been immune. He's had crushes before, been in unrequited love before, and he never got sick.

But with Tony, it came on so suddenly. One day he was fine, and then the next, blue petals were in his sink after a coughing fit.

He'd been so shocked he'd stumbled back and almost hit his head on the bathroom door.

That was six months ago, and its not gotten better. He's been lucky enough to hide it from everyone.

With May's long hours at the hospital and his school's wacky scheduling, and the Avengers keeping Peter on the outskirts, its easy to hide the blue flowers.

He's read stories about people with the disease getting better on their own, or even learning to live with it for the rest of their lives.

He's also read about it killing people.

But he can't tell Tony how he feels. He just can't. Tony thinks of Peter as a kid. Plus, while the age difference doesn't bother Peter at all, it might bother Tony.

The man was old enough to be his dad anyway. So Peter decided to hide the flower petals. For as long as he could.

"Hey, Pete, you getting the popcorn or what?" Clint calls from the living room. Peter coughs again, hunched over the trashcan beside the kitchen island.

"Yeah!" He shouts, coughing again. He reaches into his mouth, picking the petals off his tongue before straightening. He glances down at the trash, covered in wet, wilty petals and feels his stomach roll.

He quickly grabs a bunch of paper towel, throwing them into the trash to cover them, then pushing it all down as far as it'd go.

After a second, he grabs the two bowls of popcorn and makes his way back into the living room.

"Sorry, I had to melt the butter," he excused, handing one bowl off to Clint -who would be sharing with Nat, Bruce and Steve.

Peter handed the other bowl off to Sam, who was in reach of Tony, Thor, Bucky and Peter.

"What are we watching again?" Peter asked, clearing his throat. It was always worse when Peter was around Tony.

"Halloween," Sam said, smirking over at Peter.

"Its August," Peter exclaims.

"Yeah, and we were going to watch A Walk To Remember but Tony doesn't do chick flicks, and the grandparents haven't seen it yet."

"Hey, Tony hasnt seen it either," Steve yelped, waving a hand at Tony, sitting at the corner of the couch, beside Sam.

Peter tried not to think about how close they'd be if Sam and him just switched places.

"That's because Halloween is a terrible series."

"It not!" Peter can't help interjecting. "Its right up there with Nightmare on Elm Street and  Friday the 13th."

"How do you even know what those movies are?" Clint asks, laughing on the other couch.

"I watch old movies," Peter shrugged, feeling the familiar sense of self-consciousness creep into his chest, tickling at his lungs.

"Old!" Tony barked. "Kid, the 80s aren't old."

Peter forces himself to laugh and shrug and make a joke about hanging out with people twice his age, and the conversation moves on.

But it just reminds Peter that Tony would never see him as an equal because of his age. There was no way he'd ever accept that Peter loved him. Or would love him back.

The movie plays, and Peter chews handfuls of popcorn to keep from coughing up a lung.

Bucky and Steve are on the edge of their seats, fully invested in the corny horror film when Tony starts coughing.

Everyone glances over in concern, but the man just waves his hand, mouth pressed into his elbow.

"Pop-corn-" he chokes out between coughs.

"You're supposed to chew it," Nat laughs. Peter tries not to outwardly show how worried he is when Tony's face grows red, the coughing so bad he has to get up and make his way to his bedroom down the hallway.

Everyone returns to watching the movie, but Peter can't help but wonder if Tony's okay, especially when he doesn't come back right away.

"Uh, I gotta take a leak," Peter lies, climbing to his feet.

"Thanks for sharing, little man," Sam huffed. Peter doesn't say anything else,just makes his way down the hallway.

Tony's bedroom is all the way at the end. The only people who live in the penthouse with him are Steve and Bucky, and Wanda and Vision -though they're out on a date for the night.

He passes the bathroom door, and his frown deepens when he hears Tony hacking in his bedroom.

He keeps light on his toes, reaching the bedroom door that's not all the way closed, and pushes it open just a little.

"Ton-" the sight before him cuts him off, and he ducks back a little, worried maybe the older man might've seen him.

He feels his chest tighten at the sight. Tony, leaned over with a bedside trash can between his knees, coughing up little pink flowers.

Peter's eyes widen when the man spits a glob of blood into the basket before continuing to cough.

Tears burn at Peter's eyes and he quickly backs up, rushing down the hallway and past the living room.

"Hey, where you going? Where's the fire?"

"I-I gotta go home aunt May- uh, I gotta go she wants me home," Peter shouts, snatching up his keys and phone on the way out.

He's in the elevator, and he can't stop the sobs from tightening his throat.

Tony's sick. Tony's in love with someone who doesn't love him back. Tony's in love with someone and its not Peter.

Be chokes on tears and petals all the way to the main floor, shoves the petals into his pocket and runs from the building.

He knew his love was unrequited. He knew there was no chance, but to see Tony so in love with someone else -it was like digging a knife into his heart and twisting.

He makes it to his bedroom and buries his face into his pillow, muffling his crying so May won't hear when she gets home. Hopefully she'll think hes still at the tower and won't check on him until the morning.

He cries himself to sleep, eyes gritty and heavy.

*-*

"Hey, kid, how's patrolling going?"

Peter jolts at the sudden sound of Tony's voice in his ear, momentarily forgetting he has a connection to the tower now. New upgrades.

"Uh, good," Peter huffed, swinging from building to building. "Stopped a mugging, and helped a couple people with the parking meters."

Tony chuckles over the coms. "You gotta stop showing people the coin on tape trick."

Peter can't help but smile through his mask. He clears his throat when he feels the familiar tickle at the back of his throat.

"Fuck capitalism, Mr. Stark," he says.

"You do know capitolism is kind of my job?"

"Its not," Peter countered. "I mean, it relied heavily on it in the beginning -what with the weapons and war profiteering- but you've come a long way! Sustainable energy and you're even recycling!"

Tony chuckles again, and Peter has a moment to regret his words -Tomy probably thinks he's just a dumb kid- before a coughing fit hits him out of nowhere.

It's so bad, Peter loses his momentum and drops onto a rough of a small cafe. Hes on his hands and knees, crawling from the edge of the roof as he coughs and hacks.

"Pete, you okay? What's wrong?" Comes Tony's worried voice.

Peter feels the petals coating his mouth with nowhere to go and frantically tugs on his mask. He's choking, suffocating.

He rips the mask off and heaves a mess of petals and blood onto the gravel roof.

Its never been this bad. Panic grips his chest when he coughs and wretches more than he can get a breath in. He's suffocating.

Tears burn his eyes as he struck less desperately to take a breath. Just one breath.

His head begins to spin, chest heaving and he drops from his knees to his hips, legs curled off to the side as he holds himself up with shaky arms.

There's so much blood and petals, Peter doesn't know where its all coming from.

He's too busy dying to notice the suit of armor that drops onto the  roof, or that Tony's suddenly rushing towards him.

"Jesus, kid!" He breathed.

Peter lets out a sob, blood and petals continuing to fall from his mouth. His stomach hurts from the heaving, his chest from lack of oxygen.

Tony grabs him by the arms, pulling him forward until he's away from the pile of bile, blood and blue wilting flowers, nearly cradling him in his arms.

"Its alright, you're okay, you're gonna be okay," Tony repeated, rocking Peter while he continued to cough and sob.

He shakes his head, even as exhaustion and lack of air flow has his eyelids drooping, body settling further into Tony's hold.

When he wakes up again, he's in a hospital bed. Theres an iv in the back of his hand, and a tube running down his throat from his nose.

He swallows around it and has to fight back panic at the strange feeling.

There's a heart monitor on his index finger, and a few on his chest -which is bare.

Peter moves shaky hands to the blanket and pulls it up just enough to see. Someone had taken his suit off, leaving him in his red boxers.

He blushes at that. Who had taken his suit off? Damn, he hoped it wasn't Clint or Sam.

He drops the blanket just as the door opens. He looks up to see Tony step inside and he wants the bed to swallow him whole.

"Hey, kid," he greeted, shutting the door behind him and making his way towards Peter's bed. "You had us all pretty worried."

Peter drops his eyes to the itchy white hospital sheet, picking at a loose thread and not saying anything. What was there to say?

Tony sighs as he settles down into the chair beside the bed.

"Your aunt May is in the middle of a shift, but she'll be stopping by when she's got a break to check up on you."

"Okay," Peter barely manages to murmur.

"The doctors had to pump your lungs," Tony continued. "But its not a cure, Pete. They'll come back."

Tears burn at his eyes and he quickly brushes them away, sniffling as he does so.

"I know," he said. "Its alright, I'm okay."

"Peter," Tony sighs, grabbing Peter's hand. He looks up then, seeing the concern in the older man's eyes. "You're not okay, you're really sick."

"People live with it all the time," Peter brushed off.

"Who is it?"

"What?" Peter asked, heart monitor matching his fast pulse.

"Who is it? How long have you been like this?"

and it must be because Peter is tired -exhausted and drained and so sick of being sick- because fresh tears bloom and he pulls his hand from Tony's.

"Long time," is all he can say as he presses his palms into his eyes, rubbing at the tears.

"Who," Tony presses.

Fuck it, Peter thinks. He's already dying, he's already humiliated. Why not just confess?

"You," he says, pulling his hands from his face. "I've-I've been in love with you for- for years."

He can't handle the shocked look that filters through Tony's features, so he looks down at the iv in his hand, lower lip trembling.

"And I know you don't think of me that way," he continues. "I know, so its okay, I'm fine, I'll get over it or, or get the surgery or something-"

"Peter," Tony interrupts, moving from the chair to the side of the bed. He grabs both sides of Peter's jaw, forcing him to look up at Tony. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because," he says on a wet breath. "Because you've always thought of me as a kid. You- I'm still just a kid to you, and thats okay, Mr. Stark, I'm-"

Tony's eyebrows furrow as Peter has to stop talking. He's getting to the point where he's babbling, not understandable.

"I don't think of you as a kid," Tony says.

"Yes, you do," Peter huffed, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down. "You do, and thats okay, I promise, I've live this long with it, I'm okay."

"Has it always been that bad?"

Peter shakes his head.

"What made it worse?"

Peter's showing his hand already, he might as well expose the card up his sleeve too.

"I saw you," he murmured. "During the movie. You're sick too. I didn't mean to, I was just- checking to make sure you were okay but-"

"Peter, sweetheart," Tony interrupted, and Peter looked up at him, realizing suddenly the man's eyes are watering a little.

"I'm sick because of you."

Peter feels like someone punched the air from his lungs, and he blinks up at Tony, eyebrows drawing close as he tries to process what Tony's said.

"What?" He asks feebly. A small smile pulls at the corner of Tony's mouth and he leans forward, kissing Peter softly on the mouth.

It's a simple kiss, but it sucks the air from Peter's lungs.

"We're really bad at communicating, kid," Tony chuckled wetly, their noses brushing. Peter can't help but sniffle a laugh as well, his hands moving to grip the front of Tony's shirt.

"M'not a kid," he mumbles, pressing his forehead against Tony's. The older's hands are still cradling his face, thumbs brushing against his wet cheeks.

"No, you're not," Tony agreed.

[bookwyrminspiration]

It's Nilnaea and I have a great angst idea. What if Sophie went to the Forbidden Cities and saw Amy, but Amy was already in her 30s/40s and didn't remember Sophie anymore? This would tie in with a theory I have that the Lost Cities exists outside the scope of time. So, for example, one year in the Lost Cities could be ten years in the Forbidden Cities. This is a thing that happens in fairy stories. I listened to a podcast once about Irish folklore where a king went off to a fairy place, and when he came back, decades had passed.

Anyway, Sophie would see Amy who has a wife and ten dogs and is simultaneously 'I could've had that' and 'I need to keep the world safe so Amy doesn't lose what she has'. And it kind of sinks in that she no longer has any ties to the human world and that those who remembered her from school, etc., declared her a cold case because she was never found. And in a way she becomes more like a fairy creature and untethered to the world. I think it is very interesting.

one word: yes. this hurts and I love it and desperately want it.

also I love messing with time!! All the implications and devastation it can wreak...so good. In one of my oc stories time and messing with time plays a huge role, part of why I've been avoiding working on it for so long because I need to thoroughly plan everything from the beginning; i could take it in a go with the flow approach, but that wouldn't have the same effect that I want. but that's besides the point--I love it when time doesn't align!!

Amy forgetting Sophie would hurt her so much, but I think deep down she might be like. Okay. This was how everything was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to be part of their world and now i'm not and I can leave them. But there would be so much despair and angst wrapped up in that!!

I've seen it happen a few times in faerie stories (probably not that specific podcast, though), but I think most of the one's i've seen have the character come out after everyone is dead or elderly (It's been a while since I read a story like this so I don't remember). And that way there's no lingering connection--they may see the descendants of people they used to know and recognize features, but it's not the people they know. So having Amy be middle aged...that's a person that's still going to exist for a while. And that's her person. That the sister she grew up with--and then there's the element of her realizing she'll never get to grow old like that! I don't know if she'd mourn the idea of growing old, but more so the idea of normalcy it promises. Because people who grow old are safe. People who grow up are the people who survive. And Amy gets to be one of them without any threats anymore.

Don't mind me, just gonna internally scream (/pos) about the idea of Sophie becoming more inhuman. I love inhuman things so much!! I know this would be painful for her because all she ever wanted was acceptance and it's becoming less and less attainable, but I can't help but be a little excited about the idea.

Sophie had so few ties to the human world in the first place that I imagine loosing the one she had left would be devastating. Before she knew she was an elf she had her family--that was really it. She didn't have any friends, didn't have any concrete plans for the future or any interests. And then she lost the connection to her whole family--but then she got Amy back. But loosing Amy again...I think it would really sink in for her then that she wasn't human.

Repeatedly throughout the series she struggles to use the "right" language, referring to elves as other because she doesn't see herself as one of them. I don't think she saw herself as fully human ever, but I think that was closer than being an elf. And now it's farther away. Now she realizes that she never was close to human, she was just emotionally close to one human and couldn't let her go. I just think it'd be an interesting mental shift for her to have!

also I hope Amy and her wife and ten dogs are having a splendid time wherever they are. I personally choose to believe that Amy's wife is a scientist. Why? No idea. But it's such a sweet idea for them to have a little life together. So good!!

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Greetings! I am looking for a Jacob Frye (Assassin's Creed) ficlet where the reader is under great stress die to school and a field trip she'll be going on the following day. She's in the kitchen making a midnight snack and she accidentally drops a jar (I think it was peanut butter) and she bursts into tears. Jacob finds her on the floor trying to clean it up; he picks her up, undresses her and redressed her in the shirt that he's wearing???

Of course! Here it is, hope you enjoy!! Fluff intended!

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The Incident With The Peanut Butter

You knew that the current status of your urgent situation was certainly not helping your mood; nor how you were feeling. Creed High was loading on too much homework and assignments for you to handle, and it was truly causing higher levels of panic attacks, breakdowns and lack of sleep - an indicator for your zombie look you now donned.

The current circumstances you found yourself in: having packed for the trip to London was something that you had been dreaming of for months since the announcement, having packed and planned the entirety of the trip to be spent as a way to detox and relax, but no matter how much you had over-stressed from work, you found yourself stressing over your packing.

The trip was in a couple of hours time: and you would be heading to the airport not even before dawn, so you knew you would have little hours for sleep. Having just about finished with your suitcase, you realised the time; 12:28 am.

Damn, was I really packing for 4 hours that I completely missed dinner? You thought, stepping away from everything as you decided it would be best to sneak out and get something from the large kitchen you shared with the other dorms.

You certainly knew that Ezio kept a secret stash of Pocky underneath his cupboard, but you knew how cranky the Italian could be if you ate any of his snacks. It was like he had a sixth sense for it all.

Shaun kept black tea and all sorts of hot beverages and tea bags around, but you knew that his sarcasm was enough to slice right through your delicate mind and leave you more distressed than ever. It was a hard no.

But Desmond? He kept all sort of high-brand snacks, including the one you were planning on having.

So that was where you found yourself: the husk of a young woman, rummaging through your dorm-mate’s cupboard, looking for that special jar of peanut butter.

It was late and you were beginning to lose your cool and lack of care for what you could possibly look like: I had lost my sanity back in the first semester, I’m not getting that back.

Your eyes landed on the prize, Bingo! The smooth jar felt like the treat was worthwhile, forgetting how Desmond would react upon finding out someone had been eating his food, you had much more dire plans to seek, and that peanut butter was calling for you.

You must’ve mishandled how loose your grip was and before you knew it, the sweet relief of peanut butter was all but in horror, falling out of your grasp. Like something from an action scene, everything stopped and moved in slow motion, and your heart plummeted, watching the jar land, shattering all glass and peanut butter everywhere.

It was truly everywhere: on the floor, on you, glass and sauce on the cupboards as you just stood there, taking in everything that had just happened.

That was when you had truly lost it all.

The tears were slipping out before you could realise, a wrack of a whimper left your lips as you gripped the counter with a tense grip, now nothing was stopping the waterfall from cascading down your face.

“Y/N? Love, is that you? I heard the crash, and came in— bloody hell, what happened?”

Oh, God. You twisted your head back in dread, imagining what the state of you would be like to see in front of your crush. There, standing in the doorway, was the charismatic suave Brit, Jacob Frye, younger brother to Evie, your best friend.

You knew it was wrong to have a crush on your best friend’s brother, how awkward it would be, but you couldn’t help your feelings for the Frye twin. He was everything you weren’t: confident, brave, headstrong.

The very thought of what he must’ve been thinking of seeing you there, covered in peanut on your shirt, whilst looking like who had been dead for a month, you didn’t want to think what he was thinking.

“It’s nothing, Jacob. Please go back to bed.” You wiped your eyes, turning away from him, looking down at the mess below your feet. One wrong move and you would be heading to the hospital ward with glass in your foot, and that was the last thing you wanted before your trip. You sighed shakily, about to bend down and try to attempt to clean the mess and think of a way to get back to Desmond for dropping his snack.

You hard Jacob not far behind you, close by. “Love, please don’t. You’ll cut yourself.”

Behind you, you felt a sudden pair of strong arms pulling you back up to stand gently, and you found yourself in the arms of Jacob Frye, his beautiful body pressed close to yours, feeling his breath fan along the back of your neck. You wondered if he could feel how fast and hard your heart was beating, wondering if you would need CPR before you would collapse.

“Jacob, what are you-”

“Let me at least be a gentleman and lend you a shirt.”

You blinked owlishly, grateful to know he couldn’t see your facial reactions. Did you hear that correctly? He wanted to let you borrow a shirt? “But… I need to clean this up.”“I’ll text Evie to help in the morning, I heard from her you were going to London in the early morning, correct?” His deep voice rumbled in your ear.

You nodded too quickly. “How long are you going for?” His voice was a mere murmur, and you believed you could feel the soft smile across his beautiful face.

“Only 10 days.”

“10 days too long, love. I’ll miss you.” Jacob grumbled, hugging you instinctively close to him, and you could feel how the muscles in his arms pulsed as he pulled you close. “Can I lend you a shirt, please? I want to make sure you’re okay and get you out of this mess.”

You sighed, carefully turning to face him, looking up into his hazel eyes, pouring an unknown emotion back to you that made your heart hammer. “Okay.”

Grinning finally face to face, Jacob pulled you back from the counter and mess slowly, before, grabbing the shirt he was currently wearing, and pulling it over his head. “Here.”

You looked to him, then back at the blue shirt he had taken off, your eyes trailing over his bare torso now out for you to see. “Um, what-” You found yourself having difficulty breathing at the sight; the man was built like a Greek bust!

“I’m lending you my shirt, silly.” He winked, waiting for you to take it, which when you finally did, all he did was look you up and down, waiting. You felt your cheeks darken as you were being watched, so shy that you didn’t know whether to look away.

“Are you going to change?” He asked unexpectedly.

“Here?” You squeaked like a mouse, blush a flush red across your cheeks. “It’s just us in here.” Jacob smiled with mirth in his eyes, leaning ever so close into your ear once more, that you could hear every syllable as he spoke once more.

“Plus, you’d look sexy in my clothes.”

[shinkookiefanfiction]

SHE'S MY NOONA

CHAPTER 6

The next day

The boys woke up fresh and new. But Jungkook didn't wake up okay, he kept blaming it was his fault that Min ah fainted because of them coming there.

His hyung Tae hyung tried cheering him up since he was not himself despite not telling him.

Namjoon's p.o.v

It has been 3 days from that incident and we are always busy with our schedule. This is why life as a celebrity is exhausting since we do not have time even for our personal life.

But these days our Jungkook is always restless maybe we pushed him too much with this dating thing but he doesn't smile as he used to hence I decided to hold a meeting as our group.

Jungkook's p.o.v

Namjoon is holding a meeting every one is surprised since this is new and we never had such things. We all sat down after sometime of practice but this did not bother me than thinking if Min ah noona has recovered since she has never replied my texts. I wondered if she was okay after all it's my fault making my hyung go there. I was already lost till reality brought me back.

"Yah!, Jungkook are you okay? You are already far from us" Jin hyung pat my shoulder awaking me from my world. I just decided to nod but some of my hyungs still had doupt. "Arasso, let's start this meeting."

A/N note

Let's imagine black pink and bts are in the same company.

Meanwhile

Jennie and her other team members just came from an interview. So they were both given presents that they can also share with friends and family.

Jennie then had an idea and decided to leave his friends. "Yah!, Jennie where to with that present?!" Jisoo cried trying to save at her as Lisa just interfere dragging Jisoo inside " she'll be okay by the way you can never stop someone from loving."

Back to the bts

"Jungkook what's wrong with you now days? You seem restless and your concentration is not good again why?" Namjoon complained as some of his hyungs agreed.

"Are you sick or are you...really dating someone?" J hope chuckled trying to make the mood lighter.

Their was a moment of silence as the boys all stared at each other. "Jungkook, we really didn't mean what we said if it's about Jennie you can forget."

"It's not about Jennie, I'm just confused don't ask me questions." Jungkook hurriedly stood up and decided to leave angrily.

Every one was confused they did not know how they confused the person listening outside and not only did they confuse the person outside but also Jungkook's heart.

Jungkook's p.o.v

I didn't know what I would answer them, they kept on attacking me questions and making me more confused. I ran out side bumping into Jennie who fell down.

She kept on crying in pain so I decided to help her up till to her dorm but she wanted us to go to our usual spot.

The upper floor

It has been long time I came up here with Jennie. We have been friends from the time we were trainees she used to care for me that my hyungs get jealous.

But after debut things got messy and complicated.

"It has been long time." She finally called out as we drank coffee for ourselves. This was awkward between us " ne, it is that long." I laughed preventing the heavy awkwardness.

But she didn't look happy at all after what I did. "Jungkook mianhaeyo I know you already know about my-" I interrupted her knowing where she was heading. I stoped her because I didn't want to hear about that.

"Jennie, just stop this right now." I said to her then she gently held my hand " I thought you had a thing for me?" She cried.

It was true I really had a crush on Jennie but that ended a long ago it is a past I want to forget that I didn't want to get myself involved in a serious relationship while some of my hyungs were busy dating secretly.

" I also thought I did but that is a past I want to erase." I said to her even if I felt sorry for her. I decided to leave when she came and hug me from behind crying "mianhaeyo, let's start over since its the past."

That warm feeling of her touch and the butterflies I get, I wasn't feeling them anymore just like the times we used to hang out.

Meanwhile

Min ah was already back from the hospital 3 days ago and now she was okay. She remembered how she fainted in the kitchen and how the boys worried about her. She also remembered how she woke up only to find Cha eun woo beside her but he wasn't holding her hand just like last night.

She was sure someone was holding her hand and comforting her. She felt that warmth and peace beside that person.

Min ah's p.o.v

Oh gosh! I thank God that my granny didn't know about it all else I was afraid something wrong could happen so I decided to be careful from then on. I haven't really opened the restaurant for the last three days.

"Yah! Min ah I heard you got sick, are you okay eesh! I told you don't overwork yourself." my friend cried complaining to me as she came in with her child.

" shin hye, I'm okay I was just busy by the way I'm strong but what's the occasion?" I managed to ask her but it turned out to be her anniversary " its my anniversary so please take care of Min young she's so talkative bye deal with her!" so she left me to baby sit her cute child.

It was really awkward at first time since she she looked scared and was not interested but later she was able to laugh after seeing BTS reality show and dance. So I joined her and we both became more closer at a sofa.

"Aunt, do you know who my favourite is...come closer and let me whisper it to you." She was so cute.

"Unni, what about you? Any favourite?" She cried. I just smiled at her and chuckled as I told her it was a secret.The kid was all drown with bts which I was also into it. That's when I remembered that night the promise I made to Jungkook.

" have you ever meet bts?" I asked the kid as I chuckled to myself as the girl just got confused "What about a visit to BTS." The girl could not believe but get excited.

I decided to take min young to go visit the guys and also thank them. " Min young, can I ask you something?" I asked her something out of curiosity.

"If you make a promise with someone, is it a big deal to keep It?" . She then became mad "unni, promises are meant to be kept if you don't fulfill it you'll be cursed." She tried to scare me.

"Eeesh, you little kid are you trying to fool your unni!, did your mom tell you that?" I lightly beat her as she stick her tongue out to boo me as I just laughed at her.

Manager park's p.o.v

I was busy talking to some stuff and listening to my boy's mv when some one approached me from behind. " manager park, anyeosseo." It was ahjummah's granddaughter she has really grown from the last time I saw her.

"Min ah!, you are here and you are okay, from what I heard from the boys you fainted." She just smiled to deliver information that she was okay. She was really pretty someone could even mistake her as a celebrity. But I then realize she came with a small girl who just stood the and greeted me.

"Manager, but are the boys okay." She asked concerning about them. I just noded " but do you have deliveries or did I mistaken to call you wait did the boys call?" My reaction just made them both laugh at me.

"Aniyo I just came to meet the boys if you don't mind." She stuttered knowing that it was difficult to meet bts since they are always busy.

"I even brought food for them." She smiled "ahjussi please, I have cancer." The child lied as Min ah just chuckled.

" Yah!, are you two trying to fool me?" I cried at them " I was gonna let you but because of.." I got interrupted as they pleaded. They were really funny so I allowed them and showed them where bts are.

End of p.o.v

Min ah went directly to the dance practice room with Min young. "Yah!, you should behave yourself." The boys yet did not realize that Min ah was still at the door that's when Taehyung saw her at the door and ran up to her and hugged her without realizing as the boys stared in shock when Tae called her name.

This made Min ah blush a little and feel awkward since Tae was hugging her too long. She thank God Min young removed him since she got jealous of her bias with her unni.

The other guys were so happy and just laughed at the little girl who also didn't believe that her idols were standing right in front of her.

" Yah! Tae you should be careful, you know she's a girl." Jin and the other guys complained with envy eyes on their faces. But Min ah noticed that one of them was not around. She kept on looking and secretly checking for him till Suga realized as the others kept on talking and joking around with the girl.

"Min ah did you loose something, you keep on looking for something or perhaps you are expecting someone." " aniyo, I brought food, aren't you gonna eat." Min ah changed the subject but she didn't know why.

"Kumaoh guys you really saved my life." Min ah stood and bowed even though some where younger than her. But they stoped her "Yah!, it was nothing anyone would have done that." Namjoon cried as Min ah smiled "but you guys took me even if you were busy and because you are celebrities." She answered back.

"Even we idols have a heart you know." J hope said "but you should mostly be thankful to Jungkook, he was the most worried one out of all of us, he even couldn't eat properly knowing that you were sick aah our little angel is becoming a man after all." J hope blubbered making Min ah little worried. "Yah! J hope what are you talking we were also worried with our new friend here." Jimin cried hitting as other boys agreed. "Friend?" Min ah asked as she muttered. "What you are our friend, we share drinks, eat food together and take care of each other." Jimin cried agreeing with the boys who happily agreed.

"But Min ah, when are you going to debut as an actress?" Jimin cried as Min ah asked what was the reason. "Yah! Don't you know you are really pretty and beautiful anyone would kill to have you." Jimin cried as the other nervously laughed "sincerely, that day when you walked in I really fell in love with you. I even tried to friend request her one night." Taehyung cried nervously as the others didn't believe and laughed, Min ah just nervously smiled.

" So what happened with your love at first sight." Suga teased Tae. "Well I decided to give up after I heard you have a boyfriend. Aish! I felt annoyed." "Oppa am I pretty too than noona?" Min young stared at Taehyung flirting with him making google eyes as the boys laughed hardly. "Yah!, Min young you can't flirt you promised to behave." Min ah cried jokingly.

"Ne you are really pretty." Tae chuckled as Min young blushed. "Then Taehyung you are mine so wait for me till I grow. I'll bloom into a beautiful flower." Min young cried making them laugh. " ne, I'm good at waiting." Tae cried.

"So don't meet other girls or you'll regret in the future, arasso?!" Min young threatened " arasso, jagiya." Tae laughed winking at the other boys. " Yah! Taehyung it seems you are in love detention." J hope teased.

So the six boys sat down laughing with the girl as Min young was able to get a seat on Tae's lap. "Excuse me but why is Jungkook not with you?" Shin min ah asked as the boys started opening the food to eat.

"Ooh!, is that why you kept looking around." Suga cried with a smile. This made Min ah feel a bit nervous and shy since they already knew. "You are really charming and clueless we already knew long that you were looking for Jungkook." Namjoon cried.

"It is true unni said Jungkook is his bias, right unni!" That Min young cried making Min ah embarrassed as she cursed secretly at her.

The guys felt disappointed since Jungkook was her bias. "Yah really aish noona how can you treat me this way...I thought I was your one and only." Tae cried making Min young jealous "Yah! How can you flirt with my unni while I'm here. I'm your one and only." Min young bet Tae as she became sad. Tae then turned and comforted Min young " mianhaeyo jagiya I'll love only you now." He gave Min young a peck and feed her as the other boys laughed in disgust.

Then Jin decided to tell Min ah about everything before she arrived. "If you want to see him he's probably in his room or at the rooftop." Jin said "Why are you telling this to me, I don't mind where he is he might be busy." Min ah was confused even though she just wanted to thank Jungkook but still he was in a bad mood.

"You should go 'coz he might probably need you right now and I see you really care for him." Jin said heartedly as Min ah just stood " I should go, mianhaeyo."

Meanwhile

Jungkook was finally alone at the rooftop after sending Jennie away. He really hated to remember of the past, I'm so depressed.

Jungkook's p.o.v

Finally I sent her away. I hope she won't misunderstand me it was good to see my first love and talk to her. I feel happy but why does my heart feel so heavy right now I don't understand myself. Do I still have feelings for Jennie or do I just miss Min ah. Right now I just need a sign.

The wind was blowing against my face when I felt arms wrapped around my waist. Was this my answer? I turned around only to see the girl I've been dreaming embracing me.

"Mi..n ah." I stuttered feeling my bones getting weak "Jungkook kumaoh." She tightly hugged me that I hugged back even if I wasn't a person to hug women. I just managed to smile happily " nado kumaoh."

All I could do now was to think, is this what being inlove feels like? If it is I'm ready to hold onto it as long it is you noona.

[sinner-min-bun]

Strangers▪️Min Yoongi

[A Min Yoongi x Reader Oneshot]

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It's a been three years since Mina's father past away.

Her life took a turn for the worse, becoming emotionally isolated, seeking thrills in the form of violent acts, and Befriending a dangerous crowd. Inevitably turning her boyfriend Taehyung, back to the habit of living a dangerous and carefree lifestyle. One he had abandoned in order to be accepted by Mina, since she wasn't fund of that toxic lifestyle.

Yes, she was aware of these changes but did so little to fix them. Barely acknowledging others around her.

We all learn to cope one way or another. Now blinding herself of everyone else's pain, was hers.

Mother thought it was only a matter of time, “She'll soon recover, it's nothing but a minimal trip on the road ahead of Her”. Pressing the bridge of her nose, clearing her blurry vision as she spoke to Taehyung, whom was doing the most to bring Mina out of her depressive state of mind.

"Mina you will be back to your normal, cheerful self and everything will be okay" she insisted. Threatening Taehyung every now and then to scare him off, even thought it was of no use.

She held a special place in his heart, “She might be right…” he thought, exiting Mina’s home without a goodbye.

Opening the umbrella as he stepped outside into the rain, “Maybe I'm not the one to fix you” his cries being masked by the pouring raín.

             **********One Year Later************

Mina's Point of View

Taking In the night scenery, "It's quiet tonight. Perfect night to admire the stars, barely visible to the naked eye yet was able to illuminate the night sky." Thinking to myself as I walked further into the park’s pathways.

The fresh air lightly brushed my face. Walking around the park late at night. Always my to go spot when I couldn't sleep.

Nothing unusual in particular, so like any other night, I went for a twenty minute walk to a park. One we had a block or two near my apartment. I would sneak out making sure mother wouldn't hear me and wake up– She hates when I do that.

You see, after my father's death she became depressed. Drowned her sorrows down with a bottle of wine. Every now and then she would vow never to touch another drop again.

"Empty promises…" that's all they were at this point. Reliving every moment she would make that promise. Just to break it days or even hours later.

I'll have to admit, this year has been a bit different from the two before. Breaking the gut wrenching habit of bringing in stranger's into the apartment.

I'm glad. Unable to forget the occasion when one of them almost tried his luck with me. It filled me with rage. Needless to say, I've gained a few skills here and there as I roamed the streets at night, dangerous streets. Including weaponry thanks to the guy I still would wholeheartedly consider my boyfriend Taehyung. Even after knowing nothing of his whereabouts. Taking a piece of me with him.

Although he's the sweetest guy you'll ever met. He's got his own dark past he refused to open up, which I respect and leave that subject aside. But I'll be lying if I said I wasn't curious as to what it could've been.      

Emitting a deep sigh. “I was weak, maybe that's why you decided to leave…” Raising my head to avoid tearing up.

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Combing my fingers through my hair, I looked at the clock in my phone screen. "Wow, this time I took longer than usual".

Standing on the same spot, lost in my own thoughts again for so long. Almost appeared to be about ten minutes.

"I better get going" my voice being the only sound I could hear.

It tends to get dangerous around 12:30 at night.

You know what they say "the creeps come out at night". Yea all the kidnappers, druggies, drug dealers, and more.

As I continue my walk to exit the park. My fear turned reality.

"Oh shit". I thought to myself

I could feel a presence. Someone was following me.

"For fuck sake this is why I keep track of my time." Mentally Cursing myself with every obscenity known to man.

I prepared myself, slowly sliding the pocket knife in  between my middle and index finger, a part of the knife peeking out my sweater.

Turning left I stepped into the small bridge, taking me across the other side of the lake.

It gave me the chance to hear his footsteps as he walked on to the bridge.

Ten steps. That's how far he was behind me. ‘God Dammit...I couldn't do much at this point’.

"Plan B". I took out my phone making it seem like I didn't notice the moron behind me and pretended to send a text to Taehyung’s old phone number.

<<To: Tae <3 >>

I miss you… help

[Message SEND]

"What's a pretty little thing doing here...this late at night" The stranger said.

Those words send chills down my back. "Fuck off" was the only words I could phrase together.

"Listen I can show you a good time, if you're willing to come with me" he added. His voice getting closer and closer, I could feel his hot breath.

"No thanks" being my final answer.  

He kept insisting. Quickly getting tired of my attitude. As I was about to swing the knife towards his face. He managed to yank me by the shoulder.

"Let me go!" I yelled, getting loose of his grip. But his strength surpassed mine by a lot.

"HEY I SAID LET ME GO!" I yelled even louder hoping this time I would manage to get away.

Without a warning the man kissed the wooden boards of the bridge. Accidentally bringing me down with him.

He let go of me. I got up rubbing my shoulder now containing a large bruise.

I looked down to see him on the ground trying to cover his bloody nose and busted lip.

"Who the hell are you" I said startled by another stranger.

Giving no thought that he just saved me from a lunatic. "Great Now what do you want huh? I whined.

"Well a thank you should be enough" he said putting his hands back into his jacket.

"I could've handled it myself thank you very much" tired and aggravated from the creep before not wanting to deal with another one.

"Yea I could tell from the way he almost dragged you away" he said beginning to walk away from where we stood.

Although I didn't want to admit it, he was right.

"Thank you" I said before I started walking back to the other side of the bridge.

"Wait up"

It was him again, ‘what does he want now’.

"Listen I didn't mean to come out as rude back there. But you really shouldn't be walking alone this late at night"

"You don't need to worry about me, I can handle myself, plus I called my boyfriend."

I lied.

"Oh really. I don't see him anywhere" He taunted, moving his hand to show no one in sight.

A knot formed in my neck as I tried to swallow. My next few words coming out broken. "He p-probably didn't receive my message"

I lied again.

I increased my pace in order to lose him. I had to, before tears began to form. There's one thing I hated more than my mother drinking and that was crying.

To be specific people seeing me cry. It made me feel weak and that's something I never want to show.

"Well if that's the case, I'm not leaving you all alone to wander elsewhere. I'll walk you home". His offer sounding sincere to his word as he flashed a gummy smile.

The corner of my mouth twitched, almost wanting to smile.

"If I do, will that make you go away" expecting a simple answer.

"Yea... for now" he said said playfully nudging my arm.

"Ash..." I rolled my eyes in annoyance letting out a smile this time.

"Don't lie to me. A deal is a deal" I stated making sure he knew not to cross boundaries.

He Began to speak trying to engage in conversation.

"The sky seems brighter with the stars shining every now and then" I said staring up at the sky.

A shimmer in his eyes "Yeah it is." He agreed, taking off his hat to slightly fix it for a better view. "It's the beauty we see in the small imperfections nature has to offer."

I stared up at the Night sky.

Droplets of water landing on our faces. We kept walking and talking a bit more sharing laughs and small chuckles here and there.

The walk was only twenty minutes but it felt longer and I was grateful for it.

Across the streets there it was, my apartment. All the lights from every other apartment was off including mine. Which was a good sign, indicating my mother was still in deep slumber.

"Well this is it. Thank you again and goodbye" I said waiting for the light to turn red.

I walked away, still feeling his eyes on me every step of the way. Forbidding myself to turn back.

I hope we meet again stranger.

[punkscowardschampions]

Rio & Nancy

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Nancy: I'll have to move schools again! Sorry mum Rio: Oh honey, we've all done it Rio: sure this mystery girl has herself, no shame Rio: best thing you can do is tell her that you were more than a lil tipsy, laugh it off Rio: she'll think it's funny but you know, not tell the world funny, and problem sorted Rio: did you send 📸s? Nancy: But Nancy: How? Nancy: I can't be like oh hey so I forgot you gave me your number when I first moved here and you probably did too but here's the thing Nancy: Thankfully when I've got a drink in me is the one time I put the camera down Rio: That's good then, not gotta deny they're your tits, like Rio: That's chill, unless you drunkely told her your stalking her, which clearly not Rio: soz wrong number that shit Nancy: JESUS CHRIST SHE IS TYPING Nancy: Murder me Rio: Imma wait 'til I hear what she's gotta say Nancy: I can hear you with the 🍿 from here Nancy: Enjoying yourself? Nancy: 😭 Nancy: Trust me to pick the one person who actually replies to a drunk dial Rio: Hush, been waiting for this day forever Rio: 😏 she likes you Nancy: She likes that I'm openly gay too Nancy: We're outnumbered at school Rio: Omg is it Erin Rio: Yeah she's so down Rio: and she's cute Nancy: That's not her name at all so now I wanna know who you think you have the gay scoop on Nancy: Not just a blatant subject change while I cringe myself to the grave, clearly Rio: Is that not her name? Rio: I forget Rio: Something like that Nancy: She is Irish so a fair guess Nancy: So many Erin's in our year Rio: Init Rio: in form though Nancy: I can't talk about her and to her Nancy: With this hangover, come on Rio: Drink your water and suck it up sugar Rio: Why not? Rio: Whatever her name is, obvs about it Nancy: Maybe but Nancy: no Rio: Don't hurt to have a few on the backburner Rio: and she clearly ain't offended you have 😉 Nancy: I don't want anyone on the backburner, thanks Nancy: If you're not gonna be all in, what's the point? Rio: Then go for it Rio: no? Nancy: she wants to cure me with coffee Nancy: what do I do? Rio: How gay Rio: go go go! Nancy: looking like this? Nancy: she's not right for me but thats just rude Nancy: I don't want her to think I don't think she's gorgeous and cool and Rio: 🙄 Rio: what are you like Rio: put some lipstick on and pull yourself together Rio: you'll be fine, got genetics on your side, like Nancy: so has she Nancy: do you seriously not know who she is? Rio: Not like I been scoping myself Rio: send me her facebook or something Nancy: [Sends it] Nancy: Now do you get it? I can't go Nancy: She looks like she stepped out a music video and I Nancy: doomed from the start lesbian cliches are not how I'm trying to spend my summer Rio: Nah don't be silly Rio: You're gorgeous Rio: She is the one I was thinking of, remember the name now I gotta Rio: then don't be angsting from the sidelines, if that's not what you're about 😜 Rio: Seriously though, it's just coffee, no harm in it Nancy: Yeah? You think? Not like a big mug of me leading her on Nancy: It's not that I don't wanna spend my day in cafes with pretty girls but Nancy: Like I said, if you're not all in, isn't that just time I won't get back Rio: God no, you're not promising shit with a latte and she ain't asking, necessarily Rio: what would you be doing otherwise? Rio: accepting death from your bed Rio: honestly, a date can end with an outcome that ain't a marriage proposal, and it will still be alright Rio: you gays Nancy: I just Nancy: I feel weird about it Nancy: None of this is ideal, you know what I mean Nancy: and I've not had a string of bad dates I can add this to the pile of when I fuck it up Nancy: or any, like Rio: You've got this Rio: Not gonna utter the phrase be yourself but do, like Rio: first time for everything Rio: might even enjoy it Rio: get a caffeine hit if nothing else but honestly, she was alright from what I remember Nancy: as long as I don't irish up my coffee, yeah? Nancy: how embarrassing can I be Rio: 😂 Rio: I don't know how much there is to be said for hair of the dog really so yeah Rio: wouldn't ask the barista that with a wink Rio: slow your roll, gurl Nancy: what did I say? what did I do? Nancy: good lord Rio: I missed some of it Rio: you called your brother out, I remember that much Rio: fashion police 🚨 Nancy: okay that's funny Nancy: saving grace kinda Rio: Knew you'd like that 😏 Rio: might need to ask/apologise to Junie Rio: he looked fairly traumatised so he's probs got the best scoop Nancy: oh Nancy: that'll be why he's not checked in Nancy: scared I might still be drunk Rio: Bless him Rio: your a first ahead of him now, like Nancy: baby boy Nancy: I won't tell him about my non-date then Rio: He'll be happy for you, I'm sure Nancy: What should I wear? I've been extra enough in her inbox without doing it in person Nancy: Genuine question I'm not just doing a girly stress Nancy: I'd ask Mum but she's not in my corner right now Rio: 😬 awks, maybe do irish up your coffee just for the look of the thing #proud Rio: definitely nothing too tryhard but summer's great 'cos dresses are so low-maintenance but always look flattering Rio: go for a maxi since you can tall bitch Nancy: this is a disaster Nancy: im gonna look like a rich girl trying to hang Nancy: whatever I do Rio: Nah Rio: could run over to ours and borrow something if you're really worried but honestly Rio: avoid blatant branding and people never spy Nancy: Tempted as I am to get Billie to bless me Nancy: I don't need everyone asking why I need it Rio: I feel you Rio: Nosy bastards Nancy: There's gonna be enough questions after last night Nancy: next time stop me I beg you Rio: Throw myself on the tequila bomb, got it Nancy: Tequila, was I? Rio: you were warned Rio: s'a killer, babe Nancy: Oh my god Nancy: I'm an idiot Rio: Christ, if you are then there's no hope for the rest of us Rio: it was a party, s'alright to let loose every once and a while Rio: reccommended, in fact Nancy: that's not what I was doing though Nancy: 🙈 Rio: cut that tongue loose Nancy: Rio! 😳 Rio: 😂 Nancy: I know you probably haven't realised when I'm such a pro at keeping secrets, like, but I'm just a big gay mess who's never been kissed Rio: Everyone starts somewhere Rio: it's not as hard as you think it is, trust Rio: you'll be fine when it comes to it Nancy: Yeah, you and my brother! 😞🤒 I know you were young but still can't believe you let him Rio: 🙉 Shh Rio: Don't remind me Nancy: Sorry but it cheers me Nancy: I'll never do anything that awful 😂 drunk or sober Rio: Yeah, reckon if you go there we need to have a bigger, realer talk, babe Rio: no excusing twincest Nancy: ⛔⛔ Nancy: Okay I'm going before you put anything else in my head that I'd need more than a few drinks to get out Nancy: No asking for details 'cause you aren't getting them Rio: 👻 Rio: Spoilsport Rio: Enjoy tho 😘 Nancy: Thanks 🤞

[prettylittlelucygoose]

Texting || Jucy (10/20)

Lucy: Where are you?

Jared: At the bar with some of the work crew

Lucy: Okay

Jared: Everything okay?

Lucy: Yeah, just curious.

Jared: I'll be home soon

Lucy: Okay

Lucy: I think the first song on Niall's album is about me. I'm afraid to ask him, but I don't know how I feel about it.

Jared: Why would you think it's about you?

Lucy: The lyrics

Jared: You haven't been with him in over a year. WHy would he write a song about you

Lucy: He's been working on the album since we broke up, it's possible.

Lucy: I deleted the stuff that repeated but I see me all through this: "I know what she's like she's out of her mind and she wraps herself around the truth. She'll jump on that flight and meet you that night make you tear up the room. She loved when everybody's watching she knows the way her body moves. She loves the way they all crawl back when she says she loves nobdoy else but you. She's on the loose (she's coming, she's coming) She'll dance in the dark a real work of art her eyes could burn down the room. So get out while you can you don't understand she doesn't know how to lose. She'll run with your mind and pull you in tight then trade you in for something new. I know what it's like I fell for it twice and now I'm just warning you.

Jared: Why the fuck do you think I would want to know the ex that you're still hung up on wrote a song about you? And why do you care if he did?

Lucy: Never mind

Jared: And you wonder why I question if you actually love me and want to be in this relationship.

Lucy: Forget I said anything

Jared: Whatever

Lucy: I was actually upset by it so I was trying to vent to my best friend. Silly me, guess I really can't talk to you about everything.

Jared: You're not upset about it. You bought his album specifically to see if he wrote a song about you because you still hope he's gonna come crawling back to you.

Lucy: I didn't buy his album I listened to it on Spotify

Lucy: I don't want him to come crawling back to me

Lucy: I'm upset because if that is about me he was telling you to get away from me before I hurt you.

Jared: Like I'd ever listen to a preppy boy band dude

Lucy: Why are you so angry with me?

Jared: I'm not angry with you

Lucy: You just accused me of hoping Niall is gonna crawl back to me.

Jared: Because I know if he showed up here, you wouldn't hesitate to be with him.

Lucy: I would though because I don't want anyone but you

Lucy: You're my happily ever after remember

Jared: You just admitted that you would!

Lucy: You said I wouldn't hesitate I'm saying I would hesitate

Lucy: How drunk are you

Jared: For what, two seconds?

Jared: I don't know, why?

Lucy: I must be the worst wife in the world if you really think I'd leave you for Niall. Sorry for putting that much doubt into your head. 😭 I'm really depressed now so I'm gonna go to bed. Enjoy your night baby.

Jared: I never said you were the worst wife in the world. But when all you do is talk about Ian or tweet about Niall, wtf am I supposed to think?

Lucy: They're still my friends

Jared: And I'm your husband! You expect me to romance you and pick up all the pieces while you obsess over your exes. Am I that inadequate that you have to constantly live in your past relationships?

Lucy: How am I obsessing about them?

Lucy: The only thing inadequate about you is this constant jealous behavior. I know in the past I gave you reason to question things but ever since I came home after rehab and the hotel I thought I was getting better. I really wasn't upset because I still want Niall I was upset because it hurts to be thought so little of.

Jared: That's right, I'm the bad guy because I don't like my wife hanging out with or tweeting about her exes. Good to know. From now on I'll just keep my mouth shut and you can do whatever you want.

Lucy: I didn't say you were a bad guy but there's a difference between letting me know it bothers you and accusing me of wanting them over you.

Lucy: I only want you, Jared. I wish we'd stop having this fight. I know you love me so much the idea of losing me terrifies you but I promise that you don't have to worry. Unless I dies before you I'll always be yours.

Jared: You know it bothers me and you don't care. You still do it because it's what you want.

Lucy: I don't have anyone else to talk to..Ashley doesn't remember anything I've been through the last two years.

Jared: Why do you need to talk about Ian and Niall? Why do you care if he wrote a song about you?

Lucy: I don't know, I just do

Jared: You care more about them and what they are doing or how they feel about you. You see yourself in the lyrics of that song because that's how you see yourself. That doesn't mean he wrote it about you.

Lucy: I care about how everyone feels about me

Jared: Yeah okay

Lucy: Do you really believe that I'm gonna leave you

Jared: You almost left twice, so yes I do

Lucy: Twice?

Jared: When you up and left to LA on a bender and then after your 2nd stay in rehab

Lucy: You can't use a manic episode against me. The only one that counts is when I was in rehab this most recent time and was second guessing my entire life, not just our marriage. I went to the hotel but that didn't even last long. I can't stay away from you. I'm incapable of leaving you.

Jared: If you say so

Jared: My phone is about to die

Lucy: I'll leave you alone then. Goodnight.

Jared: Night